At the risk of damning the Flying Pig with faint praise, my initial impression upon check-in was that it seemed less shitty than other hostels that I’ve stayed at. Sure, the bathrooms had only the slimmest possible allotment of leg room between the doors and the toilets, but at least they had mirrors! The bedrooms were small and the lockboxes let out a wince-inducing screech whenever they’re opened, but at least they had coat hangers! The WIFI was very slow, but at least I could log in!
To be fair, when you opt into the hostel experience, you’re not expecting luxury. The goal is to pay a very small amount of money to have a (barely) acceptable place to sleep at night and an opportunity to meet fellow travelers. I spent a good chunk of my first night in Amsterdam just hanging out at the bar and lounge downstairs, and it was a lot of fun. The drinks were cheap and plentiful, a billiards table was there to give me a chance to embarrass myself, and somewhat randomly, there was even an in-house DJ there that evening. If you come here with realistic expectations, you’ll have a great time.